Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-04-02

4 VI lItSrttt UUOk lulI VI VIII U liz 't'NitC'i
to me on that "trip. but it wonld
sound lil5e a romance, and nobody
wolfdShelieve it. All, friend, truth
is sfnan ger than fiction, and 1 call
proYa it.
When I cot my things settled in
/ theSGalsI felt kind Of homesck and
lonespme. There was the old cat
ftalnong strangers at one end of
the Journey and Tom in distress at
the %therend, and I kind of swing
IingshetWee tile two,and thought
Eof tie beautiful hymn chat says:
STsissworld is oil a iloetlng show"
Ands-now don't langh-I Just laid
my head Sdownson the back Of the
sea TIE foresme, and cried. | would
notsbst Z msknow it for the world,
but
TGeIe was a man in that seat,
5lbuty2 mot. take any notice of
mes covered witt.
wins, SIS and she 100 ked Kind of
sterJissss TIA real goodloolliug sort
of Ga i, TO 50 thought 1T was he
thattou dime, and: / dumped as
liz ISNass slot, butit was the pref
tiesNllttle blonde girl of sixteen !
evelssaW.
sHzilIzyeu5 please let me sit with
you2sShe said, and her voice was
zIkssas bird singing. and she
misunderstanding hand all cushiony
andsdimpled, on my black bomba-
zinesarm
I'nsa grumpy old thing myself,
andIfeltF like saying as | heard
theTest5do, sthis seats engaged,
butMhenS she looked at me with
her EioletaeyesI just gave in and
cried:
Certainly, my dear, sit right
down,
Isuppose the child saw l was
crying, for she had kind of SING
gledSnps to me and wanted to see
theSbird, and praised him, and he
chilped to her, and she told me
hergsad story, how she had come
allithe way from California, and
wassan orphan going to seek "a liv.
ingsinsthe great, uutried world.
sEcame near crying then. but |
remembered where | was and
Strengthened up.
Did you ever know Mr.. Grim
woodsin Californian | asked. Not
tllafI cared what had become OF
Hiram, but l did it just to make
talk.
FL didn't know many people,
shegsail in her pretty bird-like
voice. 81 went to school till my
dear. mother died. and left me alone
and!,penniless.
SHE was crying then, and the
mansin the seat before us turned
straight around and stared at her.
| gave him "a look, and tell you he
turDed away again quick.
fssndSshe, had togo at the next
station. I never felt so sorry to
part with any one, and she actual
ly put her pretty arm around my
neck and kissed me; just as il she
had known me all her life.
But what does tile man do but
insist on carrying her satchel out
to the platform, and all The time tue
car waited he stood out there talk
ing to her. ] could not hear what
he said, but 1 saw her give him
something and her face was red
and she was just as angry as could
be, and as the Car moved oft [ call
ed her, but she never took any no.
tice; she was SO vexed about some.
thing. l just made up my mind
that he made her pay him for car.
rying out chat satchel, and yet it
didn't seem as if any man could be
so mean.
After awhile the man came back
and sat in the same seat he had oc-
cupied all along, and-would you
believe it?-he had the audacity to
try and start up a conversation
with me.
Have you the time?' he asked,
as impudent as you please.
"Of course lhave the time [ an
swered in a huff. | never travel
without it,
Would you mind telling me what
time it is7' he asked, politely.
Soft soap doesn't go down with
me.' l looked square at him as L
answered.
why don't you carry watch
yourself, and not trouble the Ia
dies7'
He actually smiled. Then l
thought maybe he would suspicion
that / didn't have any watch, only
u good chain for show, so | took
hold Oft
Goodness gracious! My watch
was gone.
l stood right up IN the car and
screamed at tile top Of my voice:
Fire! murder! thieves! live
been robbed. Stop tile cars!'
.Hush!' said the man in front of
me in astern voice. Matilda Jane,
sit down and keep quiet; it won't
do any good to scream that way.
nearly tainted. lie called me
Matilda Jane, and there never was
but one person iu the world that
gave me my full name, and that
vas Hiram Grimwood. I pinched
myself to see if [ was alive.